#00sgoth

but  it's  nice  to  unravel  [  …  ]  ‘cause  it’s  warm  in  your  arms  .

her eyes widened as she watched him lift the delicate deer figurine, her breath hitching as she swiftly snatched it from his grasp, setting it carefully back on her vanity. ❛ stop it. ❜ she murmured, her voice quiet yet firm. ten dollars for such a small figurine— ridiculous, really, but there was something about them, something undeniably charming. she could never resist.

the weight of the moment settled over her as she stood there, uneasy. she had never invited anyone she knew into her room before, and it showed. her fingers twitched, her shoulders tensed— she was a nervous wreck, and doubt was creeping in faster than she could push it away. ❛ what… did you want to talk about? ❜ she finally asked, though the uncertainty in her voice made it sound more like a plea than a question.

“They want… $60 for these pants? These are ugly as shit.” Killian had mentioned TRIPP was the new style of pants. And lord have mercy John thought they were the ugliest things. And they’d rip too easy, this fabric was like paper. “I’d be better off getting JNCOs, at least they last longer than three washes.”

He was probably talking to himself but better than in his head where he was sure Killian would hear him on the other side of the mall— and summarily come marching over to beat his ass.

true sincerity is a scarce resource, and at the sight of it, serena's nerves tighten ❪  ITS FIGHT OR FLIGHT, AND SHE'S JUST A LITTLE BIRD  ❫ into bundles. what? what do you mean? serena watches ian's long fingers untie her pointe shoes, slipping them off of her feet to reveal bright purple and blue bruises on her pale skin. this is the price of perfection. this is an athlete's dedication with an artist's obsession.

her cheeks flush a soft pink as he does so ; it's embarrassing to be laid bare in front of him like this. she lets him snap the floss she uses to sew her shoes to her tights, and then remove the bandages that are protectively wrapped around her toes.

it feels like letting him take her armor off, these final shields from the rest of the world. what does she have, if not tulle and slippers and manners?

❛     i'll try.     ❜ this, too, is an undressing. ❛     thank you for coming . . . i didn't think you would.     ❜

(@00sgoth)

Did he have to do this? On her lunch break in front of her foodcourt chinese food? What did her chow mein do to deserve this?

"Fucking law school? When we got together, I told you I'm only here for my gap year," A gap year that ended up being dragged out a little longer than it should have. It was the realization that the squirmy fragile fuck might have been more invested than she was that kind of broke her heart.

Poor kid.